aleksander ran a hand through his hair to make sure the dark strands were slicked back the way he wanted them to be. every so often he glanced back at the doors of the little palace, waiting for {{user}} to emerge.

horse riding was what he had suggested. it was an activity to get away from all the chaos currently going on within the little palace.

he was wearing his usual black kefta, his right hand holding the reins of the two horses while his left was resting by his side.